What the Hell Do I have to do to Wake You
There is a psychic war raging all around,
And the abuse is really quite disgusting
As I’m being tortured, haunted by those
Who have the skill,
And I’m only a stones throw
Away from committing acts of kill
And I will,
I did my time,
What is it that you want
When already plagued by memories of
Children going hungry
And nightmares of the friendly fire,
What is it that you want?
You’re wondering why I’m going
Because they’re inferring
In depths of mind that they’re
Doing it to my children,
And the skill is very real Mr Policeman,
But still there is no help for a veteran,
No understanding as they pass
It off as fiction of the mind.
I am absolutely abhorred by
All I have endured when all
I wanted was to be a quiet
Citizen working for a living and tending
Love upon my family,
And still you do nothing
And pass upon as malady
That it’s nothing more than
Ill health of the brain.
It isn’t, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!
Michael J Waite 7th January 2012.